In 1930. Thanksgiving Day. The first sight is always beautiful and exciting.
On the grass are her blue eyes, and behind the lenses are her vicissitudes of gaze.
Under the candlelight, her soft palm touched his dry face. Fate believed that certain spreads would come so naturally.
On a rainy morning, he took her out to sea. She said she wanted to go with them. Unexpectedly, it was indeed him who left on the voyage. She couldn't help but hide in the corner no longer. He looked at the sea-like eyes and promised to send back postcards wherever he went.
He met the first woman willing to love him. At midnight when the night is as cool as water, the ambiguous temperature blazes over the fire. She received his postcard, and what made her dizzy was the constant ballet rotation or the phrase "I have someone in love." Yes, she is just a little girl. What do you know about love?
he's returned home. The scenery outside the window is black and white, setting off a dazzling familiar figure. On the night stage, she whirled barefoot for him, and the red rose was the most beautiful age. He refused her teasing and calmly responded to her resentment. He just told her with pity like a father that it won't work tonight.
He came to New York for the first time, to watch her spin. She wandered frivolously at midnight, burning her youth in her own way. He just watched silently. Waiting is the determination I have made long ago. Yes, she was only 23 years old, and she knew what love was.
He used a lot of ifs to describe that afternoon in Paris. Life is always so good and not as good as we want. She refused his visit, she didn't know his watch behind the window. Although she sighed slightly, she still firmly believed that it was a good thing that there was no promise at that time. But he knew that he was ready for everything, just waiting for her to look back.
She has come back. Language is superfluous, instinctive embrace, we have found each other. He took her to many places, to see the sea, to the beach, to the jungle, to love each other wantonly on the mattress. She said, your skin is smooth without a trace of wrinkles, but my wrinkles are getting more and more. He said, when I wet the bed, would you still love me. There is no need to say much about love. However, love is not the most indestructible thing in the world. The anti-running clock is silent and scary.
She tried to spin again. He said that she is still the most beautiful dancer. Even if we spread our lives in the opposite direction, at that moment, we met just right. It is not only him and her who meet in the middle of life, but also a new continuation, which is just right. He said, let us remember this moment. The light reflected by the mirror is called happiness.
She looked at the growing belly, full of expectation. He stared at his two favorite lives, his expression worrisome that she didn't want to understand. She said that we will all use diapers eventually. He said, you can't raise both of us at the same time. She leaned against the bed and wrote the last stay in her eyes. He turned slightly, took a few changes of clothes and rode on the motorcycle and left resolutely.
She skillfully locked the doors and windows of the dance studio and asked which child's parent you are. Before he left, his youthful face was soaked in the eyes of the years. She introduced to her daughter that this is Benjamin, and you were a baby when he saw you last time. She introduced him that this is my husband and he is a good father. He looked at the family of three in the car and couldn't find a reason to allow him to regret it. She still came, a strange hotel, a familiar body temperature. He said that some things will never be forgotten. This time, he looked at her back on the bedside and left with a heartbreak. She said: Good night, Benjamin. He said: Good night, Daisy.
She received a call. With a childish look, he started to remember things. She thought that his grandmother would usually talk to him about the piano, tell the story of the kangaroo at 5 o'clock, bend down and take his hand for a walk, and teach him Daisy's pronunciation. She said, I knew he recognized me at that moment. He fell asleep softly in her arms.
The hurricane began to make landfall, and a hummingbird flew to the window in the pouring. That year she asked him if it would be sad if the bird could not fly. That year, he knew that the hummingbird was the most inseparable bird in the world to fly.
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The movie is not short, and it tells a warm story in a gentle tone.
A large section is used to explain the respective lives of old Benjamin and young Daisy. Wandering and searching are experiences that no one can skip. Until the moment of meeting, time and place, you and me, everything was just right.
I haven't watched a lot of blockbusters, I don't understand the techniques of movies, and I don't understand the dream of the American dream. Just follow a wonderful love awkwardly, let him laugh and shed tears with her.
What is life. No matter what kind of beginning it has, it will eventually lead to the same end. No matter which direction the clock rotates. In the middle of life, happiness is just waiting.
Daisy said, no matter where I am, I will say, good night, Benjamin.
Maybe I love you are the three words that every lover wants to hear most.
But being able to say good night to each other every day is the most ordinary and most extravagant happiness.
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